Forbidden Love

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Jihyo could only exhale and rub her temples as she asks Jongin, for the nth time, where his house is located. She was annoyed, but Jongsuk, who was driving for atleast half an hour now, doesn't even seem affected by the bratty Jongin sitting on his back seat.

Jongin planned it, before they even stepped out of the hospital. He kept saying fake addresses to the third wheel doctor to keep driving to, only to see that the dongsaeng lied - again. They even arrived in front of a suspicious looking warehouse.

His plan was to annoy the hell out of Jongsuk, but instead, he unintentionally annoyed Jihyo - who was already ready to kill him.

"Your'e going to have to tell us sooner or later, kid." Jongsuk smiled, his grip fixed on the wheel.

"Whatever you say, old fart." He throws back, looking outside the window.

"Jongsuk-ulsanim, I don't think I'm in the mood for coffee today. I want to sleep early and forget about this day. Can we reschedule?" Jihyo politely asks.

"Sure, I was about to ask you if we should take a rain check on that. But I don't think you should forget about this day, since this is the day we met." Jongsuk simply agreed, his friendly smile never leaving his pretty face.

Jongin didn't even attempt to cover annoyance and scoffs.

Jihyo felt lucky that the doctor was so nice to her even when she doesn't know why. 'Maybe it's in a doctor's nature to be so kind to everybody who is patient material.' She thought.

"But Jihyo," he spoke, breaking the seosaeng's train of thoughts. "Where should we drop this kid?"

"Just drop me off at Jihyo-ahjumma's place, you're going to take care of me until my arms heals, right?" Jongin states, surprising Jihyo with his sudden decision.

"Wae? You're kidding, right?" Jihyo started, shifting in her seat to look behind her where Jongin sat, patiently waiting for answer. "That's impossible! I'm you're seosaeng, if people see you living with me, we'll both be in trouble. Even if it's only for temporary."

Her serious face turned into a confused one when she hears Jongsuk laugh beside her.

"Mianhae, you're just really something else Jihyo. You're not worried that he might do something bad to you because it is a fact that you're a woman, and he's technically a young man since he's already eighteen."

"What the hell, why do you know so much about me?!" Jongin angrily asks.

"Like I said earlier, I'm the school doctor, I have every critical infromation of every student in the infermary so I'd be ready when something bad happens to them. Even your contact number actually. But nobody's allowed to go back the school after the last bell, so you got lucky buddy." Jongsuk explained, "How about he stays the night in my house?"

Jihyo quickly shook her head, "Aniya! You've given so much help already. It's fine. If he tries to do something, he should know that he can get arrested for it."

The doctor couldn't help it and laugh again, he missed being around a girl who is capable of taking care of herself. He was amused, enjoying the sight of a young, yippeun lady beside him.

Jongin, on the other hand, was not entertained at all. He felt all icky because of the sweetness sh*t that he was currently watching in front of him, especially from the new teacher.

He felt like he was the third wheel, disliking the situation. Satisfied as well to know that he won't be going home tonight. Even if his stay in the hospital was unpleasant. He hates hospitals.

"Won't there be anybody looking for you at your home, Kim Jongin?" Jihyo asks, teacher-mode on.

"Nobody." He answers.

"Okay. You can stay until your arm heals, but I'm going to kick you out once it does." Her student was about to answer, when she spoke again. "But.. I get to ask questions about you when you're in my property."

"Fine." He agrees, preparing himself with witty answers for later.

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Once Jihyo unlocked and pushed open her apartment's door, Jongin stepped in front of her and went in first, "Such a gentleman, ya!"

"Don't you think this is a little bit too big for one person?" Jongin asks as he was standing in the spacious living room, looking around. "Do you live with somebody? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"You have too many questions!" Jihyo ruffled up her own hair in irritation. "And no, it isn't even enough, a woman needs her space."

Setting down her bag on the island in the kitchen, annoyed that the first thing Jongin did was plop down on the couch. "What do you want for dinner? I have chicken, por-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence as the kid cheered, "Chickeeeeen•"

"Okay.." Jihyo clipped her fringe away and put on her bright yellow apron before getting the chicken out. "Let's begin with house rules."

"Ye." She heard Jongin answer.

She faced the stove, turning it on. "Rule number one: Don't litter, as you can see, I hate clutter."

"Second rule: Don't be annoying when I'm working, the rest of the time, it's fine." She says as she pours oil in the pan.

"Next rule, respect my privacy. Never go in my room. Ever. You'll be staying in the guest room, which is the last door in the hallway."

"Mhmm." Jongin answered with a careless tone, hearing the tv open up which irritated Jihyo. So nobody was actually paying attention to her, she was talking for nothing. She decided that it would be better to talk about it while eating, so she just focused on the chicken.

Five minutes later, Jihyo finished. "Dinner's ready!"

As Jihyo was setting the rice on the table, Jongin silently sits down. Looking at the side of vegetables, "I might get food poisoned." And pushes the bowl of greens away.

"Kim Jongin! Eat your veggies. And I'm a decent cook, for your information!" She protested.

After a few more persuasion from his seosaeng, the student finally agreed after eating a couple pieces of chicken. He had the green bean in the grip of his chopsticks, the icky looking brown sauce dripping as he tipped it.

He hesitantly put the whole thing in his mouth to get it over with, but he was surprised that it tasted real good. "What do you mean decent?! You're better than my mom!"

Even Jihyo couldn't contain her emotions and grinned, flipping her hair boastfully as she continued to enjoy the kid's compliment.